一顆心就在無預警的狀態破碎了, 硬生生的被輾碎,我以為自己是無痛不癢的,但下了捷運站 慢慢地走在六號出口, 一種奇怪的悲傷就像被扭乾的抹布,所有的淚水無法停的一直流下,神呀~你為什麼要這樣安排?我知道我不是完美的人,但為什麼要浪費我的時間?浪費在一個沒有價值的人身上?我難過的是因為這樣的安排,我卻失去了種種的一切,曾經有過兩小無猜但因為自己自以為是的選擇,而讓自己失去了最摯愛的人,現今卻留下破碎的心,有些事情,我除了哭泣我不再會去表達或是宣洩我的感傷,除了你,誰又能懂得孩子的悲傷呢?慢慢地步行在這漫漫人海中,我知道什麼都回不去了,很多事都變得無所謂了,也許就像某首歌說的一樣,人都會寂寞的,早點看清楚這個人,你就會知道自己過去都是傻瓜,沒有值得留念的,路還是繼續走….喉嚨中似乎是被塞住,因為哭泣,嘴巴無法克制的抖動,我覺得自己的情感似乎越來越被封閉,我知道我不能走回頭路,我也無法繼續用文字寫出來那種扎心的痛. 我能夠慢慢地體會到消失的渴望,即溶在這漫漫的人海中,就像孤島般,我知道跟誰在一起都不會被祝福的,畢竟我是有病在身的人,但我感恩的是,至少你曾經行神蹟讓我擁有媽媽, 若是哪天我愛的人離開了,我想我也沒有再留下的理由了吧
I can’t deny my genuine feeling toward him, a remarkable guy with an intelligent minds and impressive proficiency in speaking myriad languages. It’s always soothes me when I hear his voices whispering on the phone. He seems to have a knack to manage how to articulate each words, paying peculiarly attentions to the rhythm of the syntax to create a curl that could do a little tricks on my ears. What can I say and how can I stop fidgeting when it’s about time to pick up the phone to respond to his answers. It’s not an easy job to force myself from giggling at his humorous remarks when my supervisors are around. I guess that is part of the luxury that I’ve ever had in this routinized works. I believe it’s a kind of poppy love.
The picture bumps right into my head when I accidentally click this clip, and I wonder if you still remember the first-time album purchasing in the old days. It’s Notting Hill, The scene is so surreal to me that I thought it’s just occurred five minutes ago. I remember it’s an afternoon on Sunday, but I can’t really perceive it anymore because it gradually fades away from my mind. Can you help me out?
It’s been long-long days that I couldn’t remember when was the last time I saw you. Stood on the opposite side of the road, at some steps away from you, I couldn’t believe my eyes; I couldn’t believe what I saw because for a moment, I think that was my own illusion of seeing someone that looks just like you. Not until you passed me by so closely at the crossing road did I realized that it was really you. I stunned with a little delight but soon fell into a disappointed mood, how you could ignore me like I am a stranger. Yes, I know that I’ve removed you from my friend list at Facebook, but that is part of my own ritual of self-quest of moving on, I wish I could really take away your face from my mental mind and wish to come back as nothing has ever happened between you and me.
You don’t know how long these memories linger at the corner of my mind,
You don’t know how much I had laughed happily at your humorous talks,
You don’t know how late I’ve realized that I am empty without a dream that excludes you. It’s all kept closely within me, but did you carry it in your backpack? Now, we are embarking on the divided road, where you seem to be confident to choose firmly like you used to be pursuing. But, I am totally lost, I am rambling aimlessly, now i am reaching to the place where you are absolutely absent.I am wondering if I am still good for you? Cause i’m starting feeling a distance separate us afar, thank you for let me know what hurting feel like, thank you for giving me the pain and loneliness, thank you for your jacket, thank you for your silent smile at last.